(Entrance Exam - photo by Chris Arnold)Chris Arnold has finally gotten his Chelan Gorge trip report up on Oregon Kayaking. There are a couple of pictures of me. I still need to finish my report for that trip, but it's getting close.
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Showing newest posts with label creeking. Show older posts
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
Oregon Kayaking: Chelan Gorge
(Entrance Exam - photo by Chris Arnold)Chris Arnold has finally gotten his Chelan Gorge trip report up on Oregon Kayaking. There are a couple of pictures of me. I still need to finish my report for that trip, but it's getting close.
Monday, August 10, 2009
Upper Upper Cispus: Behemoth from above
I'm still pulling together media and words for my Chelan Gorge trip report, so here's a clip from a Cispus run we did in the meanwhile.
(video by Travis Lee)
(video by Travis Lee)
Monday, July 20, 2009
White Salmon: Green Truss: another day, another cave rescue
The Green Truss in summer can be a real treat. This weekend, we had sunny weather with temperatures pushing 100 degrees F. You know it's a hot day when you can sit safety in the mist coming off Big Brother in total comfort, wearing shorts and a lightly-insulated drytop. My lines were good this weekend, so I got to be the rescuer in the scenario below.
Steve and I yard Eric out of the cave at the base of Big Brother
(photo by Chris Arnold)
(photo by Chris Arnold)
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Northwest Creeking Competition: East Fork Lewis River extreme race
The second year of the newly-reincarnated NW Creeking Comp went off with a bang April 11-12, 2009. The race, party, huckfest, and camaraderie were sick, as expected. The Columbian wrote an article about it, featuring a photo of me doing an old school pirouette whilst waiting at the hole by Oly's house for some other kayakers to come down:
Monday, March 16, 2009
PDXkayaker Film Fest 2008: Semi-Pro Spotlight
Luke managed to get 2nd place in last year's PDXkayaker Film Festival, with Semi-Pro Spotlight:
I shot much of the footage used in the film. Luke and I were going to co-produce our effort for the contest, but he just had more spare time in the week leading up to the contest. I'd say he represented, for sure. The Johnny Ott BZ Falls carnage clip was a huge crowd pleaser. Ahh, memories.
I shot much of the footage used in the film. Luke and I were going to co-produce our effort for the contest, but he just had more spare time in the week leading up to the contest. I'd say he represented, for sure. The Johnny Ott BZ Falls carnage clip was a huge crowd pleaser. Ahh, memories.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Pictures on Riot Team website
Luke made a trip report of a Canyon Creek (Washington) run from a couple of weeks back, and a version was posted on the Team Riot website. I'm in a few of the pictures. This one, at Big Falls a.k.a. Big Kahuna, is probably the best one:
Friday, November 7, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Lower Wind: two laps
Met Mike Long at Lewis & Clark at 8:00 a.m. Well, 8:25, anyway. Our Little White plans were dashed by the lack of a third -- this situation owing to a misinterpreted text from Luke. I wanted a third paddler for my second time down the legendary Little White, so we opted to traipse down the Lower Wind to kill time before some Portland friends were due at the Green Truss in the afternoon.
So Mike's delightful shuttle bunny (ring and a contract) helped us set a car at the bottom, and we put on around the same time as two other groups, one of which included Jacob Cruser and even some inflatable kayaks. We charged down to Shipherd Falls, with me trying the right entry line and spending a bit of elbow time in The Flume on the way. Sometime during our five laps on the falls, the phone rang, and the word came that our friends might be running the Lower Wind instead of the Green Truss, due to time constraints.
Later, whilst we pondered the meaning of it all over a cold PBR tallboy in the hot spring near the end of the run, the phone was heard to ring once more. Verily, our brethren had congealed into a critical mass of bro-brah-ness, which was converging on our location...eventually.
We killed some time at the store in Carson, where my rash guard got left and run over. Mike owes me big for this, and try to pay his debt by loaning me a playboat that was being brought especially for him from town by our impending crew. It was a ZG or some other archaic foot torture device, so I passed. When Mike spotted the shuttle bunny driving by, we engaged in hot pursuit, cutting her off at the pass at Hot Springs Road and Hwy 14. Jess drives slow, or we'd never have caught her. Thereafter, we made our way up the hill to the takeout, getting a call from Johnny when we were 100 yards away, wondering where we were, as he had just arrived himself.
So it was that our timing was perfect, and we were grateful to be with good friends Luke, Deek, and others, for another round of Lower Wind goodness. This time held no laps of rapids or falls, nor a hot springs stop. Nonetheless, a good time was had by all, and many sick boofs were executed with cold precision, to the extent which that was possible on the only "LW" that we paddled that day.
We went our separate ways, and as dusk neared, I boogied to the vicinity of the Green Truss put-in to find a camp spot, and found a pleasant unimproved site up on a ridge to the west. It was on the border of a timber sale, and several trees had been felled to block the road, so dry wood and tinder were plentiful. I strung up a throw rope to hang gear on, gathered some wood, made a fire and a bed, ate a sandwich, washed it down with Ice Cold Beer, and settled in for a relaxing and peaceful night under the stars. Tomorrow was sure to involve the Truss, finally.
I did not take any photos or video on this day, but this video made by someone else is very cool.
So Mike's delightful shuttle bunny (ring and a contract) helped us set a car at the bottom, and we put on around the same time as two other groups, one of which included Jacob Cruser and even some inflatable kayaks. We charged down to Shipherd Falls, with me trying the right entry line and spending a bit of elbow time in The Flume on the way. Sometime during our five laps on the falls, the phone rang, and the word came that our friends might be running the Lower Wind instead of the Green Truss, due to time constraints.
Later, whilst we pondered the meaning of it all over a cold PBR tallboy in the hot spring near the end of the run, the phone was heard to ring once more. Verily, our brethren had congealed into a critical mass of bro-brah-ness, which was converging on our location...eventually.
We killed some time at the store in Carson, where my rash guard got left and run over. Mike owes me big for this, and try to pay his debt by loaning me a playboat that was being brought especially for him from town by our impending crew. It was a ZG or some other archaic foot torture device, so I passed. When Mike spotted the shuttle bunny driving by, we engaged in hot pursuit, cutting her off at the pass at Hot Springs Road and Hwy 14. Jess drives slow, or we'd never have caught her. Thereafter, we made our way up the hill to the takeout, getting a call from Johnny when we were 100 yards away, wondering where we were, as he had just arrived himself.
So it was that our timing was perfect, and we were grateful to be with good friends Luke, Deek, and others, for another round of Lower Wind goodness. This time held no laps of rapids or falls, nor a hot springs stop. Nonetheless, a good time was had by all, and many sick boofs were executed with cold precision, to the extent which that was possible on the only "LW" that we paddled that day.
We went our separate ways, and as dusk neared, I boogied to the vicinity of the Green Truss put-in to find a camp spot, and found a pleasant unimproved site up on a ridge to the west. It was on the border of a timber sale, and several trees had been felled to block the road, so dry wood and tinder were plentiful. I strung up a throw rope to hang gear on, gathered some wood, made a fire and a bed, ate a sandwich, washed it down with Ice Cold Beer, and settled in for a relaxing and peaceful night under the stars. Tomorrow was sure to involve the Truss, finally.
I did not take any photos or video on this day, but this video made by someone else is very cool.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
Lower Wind River
I was still reeling from my bout with food poisoning, so I took it easy with another mellow run down the Lower Wind. I ran The Flume twice again -- it's getting less fun as the water runs out. I made just one pass at Shipherd's Falls, but I nailed my lines, so I was happy with it.
Dingo Dave swam the whole way, as he embarked on his virgin riverboarding voyage on a run that was probably a bit low for such undertakings. He said he'll bring kneepads and an athletic cup next time. Since he didn't technically have an out-of-boat experience, he drank beer sweet and pure from the can it came in. The same could not be said for all of our crew...
Cory had a swim at High Bridge due to a broken paddle, followed by a swim at The Flume due to a 190cm breakdown paddle. :) Kourtni got rodeoed in the first drop of Shipherd's before punching and earning a booty beer. The hot springs on river left below Shipherd's Falls make a cozy setting for keeping the booty beer tradition alive -- watch as Cory and Kourtni keep their river karma positive:
To Kourtni's credit, she hiked back up and ran the drop cleanly to make good on it:
Dingo Dave swam the whole way, as he embarked on his virgin riverboarding voyage on a run that was probably a bit low for such undertakings. He said he'll bring kneepads and an athletic cup next time. Since he didn't technically have an out-of-boat experience, he drank beer sweet and pure from the can it came in. The same could not be said for all of our crew...
Cory had a swim at High Bridge due to a broken paddle, followed by a swim at The Flume due to a 190cm breakdown paddle. :) Kourtni got rodeoed in the first drop of Shipherd's before punching and earning a booty beer. The hot springs on river left below Shipherd's Falls make a cozy setting for keeping the booty beer tradition alive -- watch as Cory and Kourtni keep their river karma positive:
To Kourtni's credit, she hiked back up and ran the drop cleanly to make good on it:
Saturday, July 19, 2008
Gorge Games on the White Salmon: safety, Truss, and Middle
Arriving at BZ Corner at 8:05 a.m., I found that I was the only safety boater there, so I chatted with Nate, Heather, and Austin for a while until more folks arrived. Our celebrity safety coordinator Sam showed up at 8:35 or so, and we soon had a critical mass of safety boaters, so we made ready to head up. On the way up to the put-in, one of the many unsecured kayaks in the trailer of the shuttle rig blew out and onto the road, bouncing and skidding to a halt. Luckily, it was a rental, demo, or somesuch.
This marked the first time I didn't use a rope to put on the Truss (and my second time ever on the Truss), which was a good experience. Takes more effort per paddler, but is so much more time-efficient. My safety assignment was Big Brother, and I ended up serving as secondary cave roper for the day, behind the big cannon rope-launching machine known as Luke Spencer. Ryan Youngs and Turin were on river left at the top of the falls with me most of the day, along with a videographer for Fox Sports News. Luckily, Garreth had volunteered to be the dope-on-a-rope, so he got to hang out in the shivering mist at the base of the falls all day, and spare us the suffering.
About half the racers went into the cave at the base of the falls, surprisingly, including local favorite Todd Anderson, who showed clear frustration at his less-than-optimal line. Luckily, there were no swimmers out of the cave. In fact, we had only one swimmer all day -- Dr. Greg had the best line of the day on the drop itself, but got worked against the right wall soon after. After a couple of attempts at rolling on either side, he punched. It was then that we realized there was no one in a boat at the bottom of Big Brother, which we rapidly remedied. Fortunately, his gear was gathered at Double Drop, though we really should have had a better plan to begin with, Sam. After the race was done, we packed up and fired up the rest of the run, after helping folks ferry equipment back across the river. It takes balls of steel to kayak a $10,000 video camera across the river without a sprayskirt, I should think.
Luke fired up the center flake and styled it, airing out at an angle and lightly touching down on the downflow on the face of the manky left side of the falls. He pulled his bow up a bit at the last second and greased across the pile, marking the fastest line I saw all day, and plenty of reason for the other racers to be glad he was on safety and not stealing their thunder. For my part, I caught both the flake and the boof stroke, and aired it good into the pile, landing with 10-15 degrees of upward bow angle. It felt really solid, and I think it was an improvement over my first line down this drop last year. The rest of the run was great. Only Johnny Ott had the cajones to fire up BZ Falls on this day, and he had to fight the tractor beam on the left for a bit before it mercifully let him go.
After we took out at BZ, we enjoyed watching the boatercross competition. Gorge Games staff stopped people from walking down the the shore to spectate after some arbitrary number had already gone down, so it was none too crowded. I only wish that dog would not have licked the scab on my leg quite so much. Here's a brief clip of Tao winning one of his heats:
After the boatercross, as the awards ceremony was starting, I got propositioned for a quick run down the middle section (BZ to Husum), and happily accepted, as they needed another safety boater for the crew. The six (?) of us had an uneventful run, with just one brief and painless swim. Luckily, Miss Adams had been saying at last week's Carnage Run that she was fully qualified to drink booty beers, having solidified her combat roll. I was happy to hold her to it:
She did us proud. If you're wondering -- yes, the booty beer is one of my favorite traditions in kayaking.
I ended up camping out up at Trout Lake with a bunch of PDX Kayakers and new friends, shutting down the campfire with Drs. Dey and Boyok. It was a good day.
You can read Luke's Gorge Games reports here and here.
This marked the first time I didn't use a rope to put on the Truss (and my second time ever on the Truss), which was a good experience. Takes more effort per paddler, but is so much more time-efficient. My safety assignment was Big Brother, and I ended up serving as secondary cave roper for the day, behind the big cannon rope-launching machine known as Luke Spencer. Ryan Youngs and Turin were on river left at the top of the falls with me most of the day, along with a videographer for Fox Sports News. Luckily, Garreth had volunteered to be the dope-on-a-rope, so he got to hang out in the shivering mist at the base of the falls all day, and spare us the suffering.
About half the racers went into the cave at the base of the falls, surprisingly, including local favorite Todd Anderson, who showed clear frustration at his less-than-optimal line. Luckily, there were no swimmers out of the cave. In fact, we had only one swimmer all day -- Dr. Greg had the best line of the day on the drop itself, but got worked against the right wall soon after. After a couple of attempts at rolling on either side, he punched. It was then that we realized there was no one in a boat at the bottom of Big Brother, which we rapidly remedied. Fortunately, his gear was gathered at Double Drop, though we really should have had a better plan to begin with, Sam. After the race was done, we packed up and fired up the rest of the run, after helping folks ferry equipment back across the river. It takes balls of steel to kayak a $10,000 video camera across the river without a sprayskirt, I should think.
Luke fired up the center flake and styled it, airing out at an angle and lightly touching down on the downflow on the face of the manky left side of the falls. He pulled his bow up a bit at the last second and greased across the pile, marking the fastest line I saw all day, and plenty of reason for the other racers to be glad he was on safety and not stealing their thunder. For my part, I caught both the flake and the boof stroke, and aired it good into the pile, landing with 10-15 degrees of upward bow angle. It felt really solid, and I think it was an improvement over my first line down this drop last year. The rest of the run was great. Only Johnny Ott had the cajones to fire up BZ Falls on this day, and he had to fight the tractor beam on the left for a bit before it mercifully let him go.
After we took out at BZ, we enjoyed watching the boatercross competition. Gorge Games staff stopped people from walking down the the shore to spectate after some arbitrary number had already gone down, so it was none too crowded. I only wish that dog would not have licked the scab on my leg quite so much. Here's a brief clip of Tao winning one of his heats:
After the boatercross, as the awards ceremony was starting, I got propositioned for a quick run down the middle section (BZ to Husum), and happily accepted, as they needed another safety boater for the crew. The six (?) of us had an uneventful run, with just one brief and painless swim. Luckily, Miss Adams had been saying at last week's Carnage Run that she was fully qualified to drink booty beers, having solidified her combat roll. I was happy to hold her to it:
She did us proud. If you're wondering -- yes, the booty beer is one of my favorite traditions in kayaking.
I ended up camping out up at Trout Lake with a bunch of PDX Kayakers and new friends, shutting down the campfire with Drs. Dey and Boyok. It was a good day.
You can read Luke's Gorge Games reports here and here.
Sunday, July 6, 2008
White Salmon: the Farmlands
Hit the Farmlands at just below 4ft on the Husum gauge with Tony Bizone, Joe Stumpfel, and Allen Satcher. This was my first time down, but I can see why they say this is the perfect level for the Farmlands.
Sidewinder is the first big drop on this section:
After some generic Class III-IV rapids, paddlers come to Lava Falls:
Joe Stumpfel making Lava Falls pay (he was a hair right of where he wanted to be, forward to 0:48 for the action, I was too lazy to edit):
Tony Bizone killing it on Lava Falls (he was two hairs left of where he wanted to be):
Off Ramp is the last of the major drops on this section:
I boated well this day, with a flip and snap roll near the undercut on Sidewinder being the lowlight. The more I boat the Riot Magnum 80, the more I like it.
Sidewinder is the first big drop on this section:
After some generic Class III-IV rapids, paddlers come to Lava Falls:
Joe Stumpfel making Lava Falls pay (he was a hair right of where he wanted to be, forward to 0:48 for the action, I was too lazy to edit):
Tony Bizone killing it on Lava Falls (he was two hairs left of where he wanted to be):
Off Ramp is the last of the major drops on this section:
I boated well this day, with a flip and snap roll near the undercut on Sidewinder being the lowlight. The more I boat the Riot Magnum 80, the more I like it.
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Little North Fork Santiam: Opal Creek and Upper Opal Creek
With all the water coming from the top in the form of snowmelt, we had a nice combined run of the Upper and usual sections of Opal Creek.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Breitenbush River
Great day on the Breitenbush with sunny skies and twice the flow of my first time down.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Hospital Rock: a taste of Cali carnage
Ah, my first Class V swim...full story to come, but check out the following media for a teaser:
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Sunday, June 1, 2008
Falls Creek: I'm a lumberjack, and I'm okay
Falls Creek is a tributary of the Wind River in Washington. What a hike, what a massive waterfall, what wood removal work, and what a sick slide! More to come...
(photo courtesy of Oregon Kayaking)
Saturday, May 31, 2008
Upper Trout Creek
Ran Upper Trout Creek with Luke, Tim, Dan, and Jacob from North Carolina. The water was about 4 inches below the cup, and the weather was mild and cloudy, with just a few sprinkles as we put on, making way for sunshine through the last third of the run. Mike L. forgot his sprayskirt and was not up to being a shuttle bunny, so he took off with promises to join us the next day for some expedition-style boating on another area creek.
This run is nuts! Check out Ryan Morgan's descriptive blog post from his run last spring. The run starts out flat and placid, then gradually cranks up the gradient through Class II, III, and IV rapids before entering a mile-long section that drops around 300 feet, all boulder garden. This is the steepest water I've run, by a factor of at least two, and little did I know when I put on that I would be running Class V mank that many people rate harder than Gettin' Busy on the Little White Salmon.
The drops were breezy and fun through the Class IV and IV+ sections for the most part, but I'll admit my eyes bugged out a bit as we got into the 300 feet-per-mile stuff. It's as if the world tilts forward gradually for the first part of the run and then something breaks inside the tilt mechanism and the creekbed keels forward violently. I flipped briefly early on in the long rapid that marks the crux section near the end, which had me winded and scattered the rest of the way down. Luckily, my line was good, even as I careened down the rapid backwards for several yards. I felt fortunate to not join the Upper Trout swim team just yet, and managed to avoid the many nasty pin spots and sieves as we tore down this sucker without stopping.
Well, we did stop once, when Luke found a new (to us) sieve and properly tested the bore of the thing by sending his Hercules through. The Herc flushed smoothly, broach-pinned on the next drop, and formed a big and deep lateral crease in front of the seat. Imagine my surprise when I came around the corner to see Luke standing on a rock in the middle of the mank with no boat in site. After we got the boat to shore, a couple of punches and kicks to the inside of the boat had it good as new, with no evidence of the debauchery it went through. That Prijon HTP plastic is some pretty magical stuff, to be sure. Luke narrowly escaped a bootie beer penalty by stepping out of his boat and onto dry rock -- technically, not a swim.
Dan and Jacob took off after the run to fire up the Upper Wind River, which was at a great flow that day. Luke and I called it in favor of heading back to Portland -- he had obligations, and I had a bit of a hangover that had me quite tapped by the end of the run. Running Upper Trout Creek was an amazing experience and a sizable step up for me. (Don't believe the print and web guides that say this run is easier than the Green Truss section of the White Salmon -- it's not!) I'm almost starting to think I'll be ready for the Silver, Feather, and whatever else this summer's No-Cal trip will throw at me!
This run is nuts! Check out Ryan Morgan's descriptive blog post from his run last spring. The run starts out flat and placid, then gradually cranks up the gradient through Class II, III, and IV rapids before entering a mile-long section that drops around 300 feet, all boulder garden. This is the steepest water I've run, by a factor of at least two, and little did I know when I put on that I would be running Class V mank that many people rate harder than Gettin' Busy on the Little White Salmon.
The drops were breezy and fun through the Class IV and IV+ sections for the most part, but I'll admit my eyes bugged out a bit as we got into the 300 feet-per-mile stuff. It's as if the world tilts forward gradually for the first part of the run and then something breaks inside the tilt mechanism and the creekbed keels forward violently. I flipped briefly early on in the long rapid that marks the crux section near the end, which had me winded and scattered the rest of the way down. Luckily, my line was good, even as I careened down the rapid backwards for several yards. I felt fortunate to not join the Upper Trout swim team just yet, and managed to avoid the many nasty pin spots and sieves as we tore down this sucker without stopping.
Well, we did stop once, when Luke found a new (to us) sieve and properly tested the bore of the thing by sending his Hercules through. The Herc flushed smoothly, broach-pinned on the next drop, and formed a big and deep lateral crease in front of the seat. Imagine my surprise when I came around the corner to see Luke standing on a rock in the middle of the mank with no boat in site. After we got the boat to shore, a couple of punches and kicks to the inside of the boat had it good as new, with no evidence of the debauchery it went through. That Prijon HTP plastic is some pretty magical stuff, to be sure. Luke narrowly escaped a bootie beer penalty by stepping out of his boat and onto dry rock -- technically, not a swim.
Dan and Jacob took off after the run to fire up the Upper Wind River, which was at a great flow that day. Luke and I called it in favor of heading back to Portland -- he had obligations, and I had a bit of a hangover that had me quite tapped by the end of the run. Running Upper Trout Creek was an amazing experience and a sizable step up for me. (Don't believe the print and web guides that say this run is easier than the Green Truss section of the White Salmon -- it's not!) I'm almost starting to think I'll be ready for the Silver, Feather, and whatever else this summer's No-Cal trip will throw at me!
Friday, May 9, 2008
Olympic Peninsula: short roadtrip
Headed up to the Olympic Peninsula after work today with Luke to grab some boats for Next Adventure. We'll stay with Kris W. at a cabin on a lake, and find some fun creeking tomorrow before heading back down. It'll be nice to test out Das Frankenboot (my stitched-together MAC-1) and see how The Plastic Mechanic's recent repair holds up. I should get an updated picture of the hull and post it here...it's more "Frankeny" than ever.
Update. We didn't plan far enough in advance to secure local paddling partners, so Luke and I ended up scouting some things, and taking in a couple of mellower classic intermediate runs in central Washington.
Sunday. Ah, Mother's Day. Originally started as a war protest. After a lovely brunch with Luke's family, we got to the business of picking a run for the day. Our eventual plan was to run the middle section of the Middle Fork Snoqualmie. Luke's brother Nate accompanied us to help with shuttle and get help for his own shuttle. Nate would mountain bike to the takeout, and we would kayak -- it would be a low-key race, of sorts.
We wandered about, looking for a suitable put-in, and eventually settled on a spot on the side of the road. We came to find out that we put in too high, as a couple of miles of Class II riffles and flatwater lulled us into complacency. There were some entertaining Class III+ boulder gardens and chutes to be had on the remainder of this intermediate run. We definitely charged this run, never stopping paddling and finishing in about an hour. At the takeout A nice woman named Renee, whom I had met on the Toutle (January 27th), recognized me and let Luke and I make some tasty turkey wraps. She was on the way back from the Wenatchee and had tons of extra grub. At this point, we saw a sheriff rig pull up, and Nate hopped out, grinning sheepishly...no bike, though. He had blown a tire a short way into his ride, and the deputy was kind enough to run him down to us. Renee and I talked river safety while Luke and Nate ran up to get the other truck and retrieved Nate's bike from where it was stashed in the bushes. Renee's two friends, whom we'd passed about 1/3 of the way through the run, were just coming off the river when we completed our shuttle back to the takeout. We definitely booked it down this sucker!
Saturday. We headed out for the North Fork Sauk, only to find that the road was blocked 0.1 mile from North Fork Sauk Falls, due to a washout. After extensively scouting the waterfall (an unrunnable 45-footer with Class VI and Class V+ lead-in drops that we plotted lines down anyway), we headed up the road on foot to see what we could see. This is the falls we scouted:
As we headed up the closed road on foot, we noticed six piles of bear scat. After about 1.5 miles with just one spot of river access, we decided to head back. On the way back, we saw a bear off in the brush and seven piles of scat. We were clearly in bear country, and decided against heading back in with our boats. We resolved to get a run in on the standard Sauk section. We put in near some campers who helped us set shuttle, and charged down this classic Central Washington intermediate run. Everything was boat scoutable, and we charged. Near the end, we wondered if we'd already passed the takeout, which resulted in some unnecessary bushwhacking and a possible first descent of a wood-choked tributary creek to get back to the river. Overall, it was a fun, if exhausting time.
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